Boulevard Novels & Stories

This world is a weird place, you have an arduous time here to figure out who is your friend or who is… the foe. Between my clumsiness, we ended up in the black Porsche Macan. The traffic on the road and the haunting honkings were so nauseous. I couldn't even liberate myself from what happened a couple of minutes ago and Alyssia’s rash driving gave me another reason to pray to God as I could see my end. “Spiacente, Tesoro. It seems to be a bad day for you. Just close your eyes, keep on praying and don't forget to breathe,” she said.

CHAPTER SIX Wednesday, 24 March, 1869 The closed cart rattled its way through a set of heavy iron gates. Ellen peered out of the small side window. Her insides quivered as she took in the leafy trees and a sliver of clear blue sky. She whispered its name: Belle Vue. An exotic sound so full of promise. Then came the first view. She gasped at its beauty, like a magical palace. It was so large, she couldn’t see where the two wings of the mansion ended.

We had past the cemetery and all its winter trees. Beneath the snow was a grass covered field, hiding all the decaying bodies in the ground. We drove past the snow coated Fossie Street, and past the city hall when Grandmama rolled her eyes, showing her disrespect towards society. Fossie Street was the main road in the city, passing the town high-school, mall, and grocery store. A lot of teenagers walked around it.

Soft sunlight filtered through stained glass windows, casting a colorful dance on the polished wood floor. "I enjoy listening to music alot," he confessed, his eyes reflecting his passion. "It reflects my feelings and understands my pleasure by piercing through my soul. Would you like to try playing an instrument?" He asked. My heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and trepidation. I chose a violin, feeling its smoothness under my fingertips. With his guidance, I held the instrument and produced my first tentative notes. The sound filled the room creating a moment of pure fascination. As we continued exploring the mansion, he showed me a garden, where vibrant flowers bloomed in carefully

I admit. “I’m taking you to brunch,” he insists. I follow him out the entrance and into his car and he drives off. We arrive at the brunch place he mentioned. I had no idea a place like this existed in the city. It is well hidden, but packed wit people when we walk in. “Right this way, sir,” a waiter says as soon as he says us. He takes us to a table at the far end of the large space, with a card that says ‘reserved’ sitting on it.

Mansterville Part 1 ~Waverly~ It was around the end of October when the convoy of moving trucks rolled up in front of the gated old mansion that sat just across the road from us. I had heard them coming down the private drive, gears grinding & shifting. I was actually very impressed they had managed to maneuver the huge 18 wheelers down the winding narrowed pig trail. I stopped halfway up the stairs rushing back down to the sitting room as fast as I could.

Crowned with steep mansard roofs, the buildings and their angled slopes formed repeating patterns that ran along the boulevards like carefully arranged scales. Miguel studied her carefully. “So luxury does not tempt you?” “It tempts everyone,” Bobby admitted with a small smile. “But it shouldn’t change who you are and it certainly shouldn’t control you.” Miguel leaned back, amused. “So I may have brought the wrong companion to Paris.” She laughed out loud at that.

It was almost eight when we rolled into the parking lot of our building. We walked up and greeted the night guard, then stepped onto an awaiting elevator. As we entered, Nathan pressed the buttons for our respective floors, indicating tonight would be the same as the previous nights. Denial would overpower our want until one of us broke sometime during the night.

Everything was fresh to Matthew’s eyes. After he was satisfied with looking at the new environment, Matthew began searching for the way to the Cobalt Royal Palace. Matthew saw the signs that were placed at the corner of the canals that said “Sardine Street 3”, “Tuna Road 2”, “Tuna Road 1”, and “Sardine Street 4”. Matthew followed Tuna Road 2 as the manager instructed.